Onegin

Here is my Onegin at large;
Cut in the latest fashion;
How dandy london is dressed -
And finally saw the light.
He is in French perfectly
I could express myself and write;
Easily danced the mazurka
And bowed at ease;
Why do you need more? The light decided
That he is smart and very nice.
We all learned a little
Something and somehow
So education, thank God,
It's no wonder we shine.
Onegin was, according to many
(Judges decisive and strict)
Small scientist, but a pedant:
He had a lucky talent
Without coercion in conversation
Touch everything lightly
With a learned air of connoisseur
Remain silent in an important dispute
And excite the smile of the ladies
By the fire of unexpected epigrams.